Saturday, January 16, 2010

Protest at the Grandin Theatre



For all the anger that has swirled around the controversial Grandin Theatre firing of popular General Manager Jason Garnett this week, a well-behaved and even festive crowd of about 20 protesters showed up tonight in front of the theater.

A relatively quiet version of Buffalo Springfield's 1960s protest anthem "There's Something Happening Here" played in the background as protestors held signs high, some calling for the firing of the theater Executive Director Kathy Chittum, others simply pleading to "Save the Grandin."

It was a relatively self-conscious crowd of people who don't generally do this type of thing, fans of off-beat movies and "the arts" in general, the kids who wore black barets and black tights with capes in high school. But the point seemed to be getting across to the steady Saturday night crowd of patrons, many of whom knew nothing of the dust-up and seemed interested.

At the Coffee Pot, They're Still Lighting Up


My pal Robert Turcotte ran smack into Virginia’s new public smoking law last night and he’s not happy. What he actually ran into was the breaking of the law, overtly and massively at one of Roanoke’s oldest, most popular and now for sale roadhouse-dive-beer-joints, The Coffee Pot.

Here’s Robert’s report from a Facebook post that’s worth reading:

"I'm grumpy this morning. Although an abnormally irritable self from last night’s second-hand smoke exposure, I’m in truth touchy about the new non-smoking law . . . or rather, a lack of enforcement.

"Last night I visited the Coffee Pot with a friend, knowing the new law would allow us to hear the “Blue Grass Brothers” (a very professional touring group from these parts, btw), awakening the next day with a clear head, and without a pile of foul smelling clothes to launder. We walked past smokers in the bar. Given that the interior is practically one open area, we wondered aloud how the next room could be an isolated non-smoking area. After all, the law does say that areas must be physically separate, and with separate ventilation systems, true? Hmmm.

"The law also requires that we aren’t obliged to walk through the smoking area to get to our table. Something wasn’t right. We moved through an enthusiastic crowd as they listened and danced. We sat. Our eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. We became aware of a smoker here and there. My friend and I traded questioning looks. An ungainly young lady toting a restaurant sized condiments container emptied ash trays.

"At the band’s break, it was as though everyone in the place had lit two cigs each. Smoke breathers blew small clouds of blue air that combined in the room to form a thick haze, accented by the multi-colored stage lights. A quick trip to the pool room gave a bit of relief from the foul air.

"Having paid a cover charge, an urge to hear the band, and a reticence to ask for a cover charge refund combined to override good lessons learned over decades. We stayed. Friends wondered aloud about the situation. Did management somehow get a waiver? How did they do that? After all, it is a historical landmark!

"The Coffee Pot is on my path home, so I know regulars cars were parked outside on our recent snowy night. 'Pot Heads' (it’s actually printed on a sign behind the bar) are after all an avid bunch! So, did they appeal to the legislature and prevail (grin)? No. The realization sunk in - this restaurant was not only ignoring the new rules, but actually encouraged patrons by providing ash trays! This IS a blatant disregard of the new law.

"On the way out we asked staff about the smokers. We got an answer something like, 'Wellll, ya know there is a new law, but . . . I’m just here to work the door!,' as his body twitched in an odd, angular spasm of denial.

"I’ve looked forward to smoke free public buildings in Virginia since travel to other of our United States exposed me to the possibility. I hope soon we’ll learn to abide by the new guidelines. Until then, I’ll take my business elsewhere, Mr. Coffee Pot owner.

"There. I feel spiritually well again. I’m betting on an early morning nap will improve my physical self. I’m on the way to the couch for a de-grumping!"

Picketing of Grandin Scheduled Tonight

Beth Deel among protest leaders>

John Johnson is organizing a protest of the Grandin Theatre's firing of long-time employee Jason Garnett tonight at 7 p.m. in front of the theater. Those participating are asked to meet behind the Roanoke Valley Natural Foods Co-op at 6:45 p.m.

Beth Deel, who has been leading the the Internet protests against the firing, emphasizes in her e-mail that "this must be a civil, intelligent protest." She says signs should be in support of Jason Garnett and "nasty signs ... will not help the situation."

She also points out that "We should not persuade people to not buy tickets tonight, but if they ask why we are there we must use that as an opportunity to inform them of the situation ... We cannot be viewed as a rabble rousing group of trouble makers ... If we are a GO I will contact media prior."

I will caution that this demonstration should be peaceful, intelligent, supportive of the mission of the Grandin Theatre Foundation. This is a fragile time and the risk of losing the theater is very real. Behave yourselves.

Friday, January 15, 2010

Library of Virginia Recognizes Pearl Fu

The Library of Virginia in Richmond will feature an exhibit on the immigrants of Virginia beginning Jan. 28 and 10 immigrants will be profiled in the display. Among them—and one of only two who are still alive—is Pearl Fu, founder of Local Colors, of Roanoke.

The exhibition will run through August. The Library of Virginia was founded in 1823 and is one of the state’s oldest agencies. Peal Fu has lived in Roanoke for many years and has specialized in creating a positive high profile for immigrants. Her Local Colors grew from a weekend curiosity a few years ago to a major weekend attraction with occasional other festivals scattered about. She is the daughter of a general in Chaing Kai-shek, ruler of Nationalist China during and after World War II.

Here are the people who will be featured: Pocahontas;
  • Captain John Smith;
  • David Ross (early colonist from Scotland;
  • Sara Lucy Bagby (enslaved African-American woman who escaped to freedom in the north in 1861);
  • Anthony Rosenstock (German immigrant, Jewish, who owned and ran a large department store in Petersburg, late 19th and early 20th centuries);
  • Jozsef Estefan (born in Hungary, Estefan worked in the coal mines of southwest Virginia);
  • Antonio Sansone (Sicilian immigrant who ran a large fruit stand and grocery store in Norfolk in the 1910-20s);
  • Nick and Vasiliki (Bessie) Campas (Greek immigrants who ran a confectionery company in Norfolk, 1930s);
  • Pablo Cuevas (Cuban immigrant who was elected to Harrisonburg’s City Council, owns a small engineering firm, still lives in Harrisonburg);
  • Pearl Fu.

Grandin Board Must Take Charge in Dispute

Executive Director Kathy Chittum (right)>

I have been talking to people almost all day about the firing of Jason Garnett, former GM of the Grandin Theatre in Roanoke, and if I have come to any conclusion, it is that this is not an employee issue. It is about who's running the Grandin Theatre and who will run it in the future.

The board of directors of the Grandin Theatre Foundation, of which I was an early member, appears to have abdicated its responsibility and given pretty much free reign to Executive Director Kathy Chittum. The firing of Jason by Kathy is the equivalent of a CEO firing a CFO and that simply isn't done without the consent of the board of directors of whatever company is involved. At the very least, it would require executive committee approval.

Kathy apparently called this a "personnel matter" before the board and frustrated some of the newer members by refusing to discuss it further. That's where the board abdicated. It is either in charge--as it should be--or it is not and if it isn't, it has no purpose. At the point of Kathy's ludicrous statement, this ceased to be a personnel matter and became a matter of proper control.

It is a fairly common practice for executive directors--especially of non-profits--to gather influence over years as board members come and go and as institutional memory depleats. My guess is that's what has happened here. I have a list of members of the board and there's only one who served when I did--and he's coming back on the board after being off for a while.

Kathy is a strong personality who believes in her ability to run the theater. Jason is a thoroughly competent, knowledgeable and equally strong personality and it is not surprising that the two of them might have had clashes. It is not surprising that--in the tight financial atmosphere that surrounds them--there might be some harsh words.

Still, this should be a board issue. It is a difference that needs to be worked out to the benefit of the theater. The idea is to run a good theater and to keep it open and productive. I see the current clash as a serious threat to the Grandin's future. The margins are so slim there that if there is a loss of even a small percentage of supporters, the theater could be threatened with closing.

To that end, a solution must be found and it must be found by the board. I believe consultation with former board members, a thorough review of rules and by-laws and listening to the community are essential here. A sober, thoughtful review of this situation and the board's role in the future of the theater is absolutely essential if this is to be resolved in the theater's favor. And my thought is that the theater is far more important than the two players or the board. It is a community asset and the community must be involved.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

A 'Creative Re-birth for the [Grandin] Theatre"


This young woman (above) is doing her homework and waiting for customers at the Grandin box office. Jason Garnett (right)^

The following is a note I received a little while ago from a Grandin employee who asked not to be named, for obvious reasons (see previous blog post):

"As a Grandin employee, I have experienced a little bit of both sides of the story. I believe that the theater will not be the same, and that change will be for the worse without Jason.

"The word is that midnight movies are already out the window, which is really a shame if its true. These events were, to my understanding, not huge moneymakers for the Grandin but great for bringing art and culture to the community and giving Roanoke a shot of flavor.

"I know who is rumored to have been trained as Jason's replacement, and I have a lot of respect for that person and think he would be good at managing other employees. But Jason did a lot more than managing employees, and I honestly think he is qualified/deserves to have the job of executive director. From my experience, that scenario would be a creative re-birth for the theater."

Grandin Boycott Being Organized Over Jason Garnett's Firing

I got this shot at the Grandin Road Christmas parade a couple of years ago. The title is, "Can I call you back?" That's a cell phone in the guy's hand.

There seems to be a tornado of protest brewing over the apparent firing of General Manager Jason Garnett by the Grandin Theatre in Roanoke. I have e-mailed Grandin Executive Director Kathy Chittum to get a confirmation on the firing, and she wrote back, "This is a personnel matter and I have no comment to make." Jason has not answered a photo call asking him what happened.

The 'Net, however, is alive with chatter about a boycott being arranged by Beth Deel, co-owner of MyScoper and UpupPeriscope in Roanoke and Beth Jones, a former Roanoke Times arts reporter and long-time Grandin supporter.

There is a 5 p.m. meeting of the board today and the firing is almost certain to come up. One insider, who asked not to be identified, said, the Grandin has "several new members and a new preesident, none of [whom] knows the history, the mission, the vision" of the Grandin or "the backstory of what has gone on there. A board member e-mailed me that "I agree with you! Jason is the real heart of theatre, and we don't want to, and can't afford to, lose him."

Many, including former owner Julie Hunsaker, are coming to Jason's defense and castigating the Grandin's management. Here's what Keri Sink-Tyler says, in reply to Beth Deel's announcement of the boycott on her Facebook page, "As a former employee and friend of Jason, I do know the whole story. Jason is passionate about film, and about the Grandin. He only wants what's best for the Grandin-and to make it a creative resource for the community that everyone can participate in [Jason is] the face of that place. He has put so much of himself into the Grandin, worked 60 hours a week making sure that everything ran smoothly, and trying to come up with ideas-only to have them constantly shot down."

Keri insists that Jason has been the victim of a campaign meant to get rid of him and writes that management has been involved in "shady things" and "is going to run that place into the ground." Management is "uncreative, awful to employees ... and awful with customers," according to the post.

Cory Dorathy writes, "Passion for people aside, the Grandin is a vital part of this community and if we turn our backs on it as an entity, then we turn our backs on the progress of this community."

Jason is not universally supported. Marcus Hodges writes, "I was boycotting the Grandin because of Jason's shitty treatment of other employees."

Julie Hunsaker, who owned the Grandin (1985-2002) before it was bought by the Grandin Theatre Foundation, wrote: "I always felt that Jason was the torch bearer for my original, beautiful and idealistic vision and mission for the Grandin. I am in mourning. I am weeping."

There's a lot more commentary on that page and, I suspect, a lot more to come. I don't know how much Kathy Chittum can say about the situation, but the longer she remains quiet, the more difficult this could become for her and the Grandin Board (of which I was once a member). This could be dangerous for Roanoke's alternative theater, which does not operate with generous margins, to begin with. My guess is that Jason has had a great deal to do with any success the Grandin has had over the years, something he's rarely been credited with, except among insiders who know his value. Frankly, I'm not sure the Grandin can afford to be without him. He's the very soul of the organization.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Getting Janis On (and Off) Television

Host Tab O'Neal (left), Janis Jaquith and moi this a.m.^

It was funny watching Janis Jaquith this morning on what I took to be her first TV appearance. She was almost giddy and was even more entertaining than usual. NPR essayist and newspaper columnist Janis is the keynote speaker for next week's Roanoke Regional Writers Conference (Jan. 22-23 at Hollins, read about it here; look to the right for details) and has written and spoken to large audiences for years.

But there seems to be something about TV that brings out this ... well ... uh ... something in people. We had sat for nearly an hour awaiting our turn among five segments of Tab O'Neal's "Living in the Heart of Virginia," which will air around mid-day Monday of next week.

We watched some lawyers talk about bankruptcy, a couple of musicians who do "pre-squaredance" tunes (I'm working on a novel with a squaredance McGuffin and talked to them for a bit), people from an eldercare facility and a physician discussing breast cancer before it was our turn.

It was a short segment, but Tab's been doing this for a while, so we got it all said, but I don't think Janis wanted to leave. You can hear more of what she has to say Friday night at the wine reception when she gives the keynote talk and then again the next day when she has a class on writing essays for radio. It's always a popular class and Janis is not only funny, she can flat write. You can register here.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Wishing Kiffin Well, Tennessee Football Better


OK, I'm going to say this and see if I can believe it:

Losing Lane Kiffin is not a disaster for the University of Tennessee's football team. It has the facilities, tradition, fan support, stadium and money to hire well.

I wouldn't count the Vols out before we even know who's coming in (Will Mushcamp of Texas, John Grudin, David Cutcliff of Duke, Petersen of Boise, Whittingham, Sarkisian, Bellotti, Mike Riley, Randy Edsall, Tom O'Brien, Paul Johnson, Mullen and a bunch of first-line offensive and defensive coordinators, pro and college--I won't even say Leach or Leavitt--all potentials given the level of the job).

We aren't even sure Kiffin can be successful over the long haul. He was barely over .500 at UT (losing at least three games he could have, maybe should have won) and his pro record is below .500. Southern Cal went through an entire litany of names before getting to Kiffin and they didn't want the job (good possibility of probation coming on).

You can't blame Kiffin and I don't. Southern California is home for him. The program is glamorous and is in Los Angeles, which some consider the center of the civilized universe (they're wrong; I lived near there and you can take my word for it). But he's gone and somebody else will take over with a lot of hope, a lot of ideas and a great deal of energy.

Right now it feels like a young and favored wife has walked out on us for a pretty-boy (and I can tell you I know exactly what that feels like). In a few weeks we may be feeling sorry for him and happy for ourselves (I know that feeling, too). Let's just wait and see. Tough, stomach-in-knots time for the Vol faithful right now, but remember, just four years ago Alabama's program looked like it had settled in at the bottom for good.

I wish Kiffin well. And I wish Vol Athletic Director Mike Hamilton a good night's sleep, because he has some work to do.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Basketball Quote of the Day


And you thought they were playing for money or girls or drugs or guns or ... well, something else. Here's the deal at the University of Tennessee today where an under-manned and over-matched basketball team beat No. 1 Kansas by eight points:

"We're just hungry -- ready to go back to the gym. We want to work until we have to scrape each other off the floor just so we can have a feeling like this again."

That was Renaldo Wooldridge, who scored 14 points. Wooldridge barely had a profile on the basketball floor before the last few days when four UT players were suspended on guns and drugs allegations. Wooldridge got to play today. A lot. And he liked it. It really is about the feeling, the rare exhilaration of over-achievement and doing something everybody says you can't. And the feeling is especially intense among those of us who are fans.

(Knoxville News-Sentinel photo.)

Losing Weight With Taco Bell (Uh, Huh ...)

The young woman stands there for nearly 30 seconds telling you how she lost a lot of weight--and showing a photo of her blubbery self--only to tell you at fade-out, "Now, these results aren't typical, but ..." you should still eat at Taco Bell, presumably so they can pay her for the commercial.

You and I know that advertisers take liberties with the truth on occasion (actually, all the time would be more precise), but this is pushing the truth into a land where it can't find any oxygen.
Taco Bell advertises a food item called la gordita, meaning "little fatty." Now that is the truth.

Suppose, say somebody like Pfizer had this commercial with a solemn-looking clinician announcing a cure for cancer and, as the commercial fades out, the camera wanders around behind him and finds his fingers crossed behind his back. Or a plaid-clad car salesman announces that his dealership is giving away cars at the end of the sales season, but as the clock winds down, some fast-talking dude tells you that dealer prep fees apply and at the bottom of the screen in six-point Helvitica type face you see--or would if you had perfect vision and a TV that would magnify shady claims--that "dealer prep fee of $20,000 per car applies."

Truth be told: you ain't losing no weight on tacos from Taco Bell, babies unless one is what you eat in a week and it's all you eat that day. It's about proper diet and exercise and it ain't about tacos and Subway breads or any other kind of fast food and fatty meat. You'll have a better chance at Taco Bell eating the little dog and skipping the meat.

Finally Invictus (and It Was Good)


Freeman, Eastwood, Damon make "Invictus" solid^

I think Christina and I beat the system today. We finally slipped past the stacked obstacles and saw "Invictus," which had been eluding us from theater to theater, illogical time slot to truly bizarre timeslot for nearly five weeks.

Not a great movie, but a good one; certainly well worth seeing. This is the story of the 1995 World Cup rugby championships won by a newly created and inclusive South Africa (no longer divided by a separation of races). It was a championship and a pursuit that, at least according to the movie (and I don't recall the history myself), united the nation, still shaky and uncertain of its future.

The movie is, basically, predictable and we've all seen it before using sports as diverse as football, baseball and basketball, soccer, ballroom dancing and bicycling as the centerpiece. This is the first one I've seen based on rugby.

The one element this movie had that the others lacked--and it's a big one--is Matt Damon, an actor who elevates every movie he's in. He's subtle and effective here in a movie meant to showcase Morgan Freeman. It is directed by Clint Eastwood, who knows a bit about action.

In any case, I'm really glad this dang quest is over. 'Twas a frustrating one, but at 11:30 this morning, we sat down and prayed the film wouldn't break.

Friday, January 8, 2010

OK, So What Do You Expect: It IS Alabama

Tide's Nick Saban shows off trophy before dropping it off at Walmart>

I will give you the following from the Associated Press without snarky comment, except to say, "Go Vols":

TUSCALOOSA, Ala. (AP) — The University of Alabama is going to display its new national championship football trophy at a place where most anyone can see it: Walmart.

The school says the Coaches’ Trophy will be on display at a Walmart Supercenter in Tuscaloosa on Saturday and another Walmart store in Gardendale on Sunday.

Fans will be able to get their picture taken with the actual Coaches’ Trophy that was presented after the BCS win over Texas. The $30,000 trophy is topped with a football made of Waterford Crystal.

What Does a Market Building Vendor Pay in Rent?

This shot of the food court in City Market Building is from the mezzanine^

I got an interesting question from a reader who didn't want her name used yesterday: "Do you know what the average monthly rent is for a restaurant vendor in the city market building?"

I put that to Melinda Mayo of the Roanoke City Public information office and she came back with the following:

"Space is rented to Market Building vendors by the square foot. However food vendors and retailers pay at different rates. Food vendors pay $28 per square foot [per year] plus a common area maintenance (CAM) fee of $300 per month. Retail vendors are paying $24 per square foot, plus $250 per month for CAM fees.

"As their month-to-month leases have reached the 12-month period, CAM fees increased by three percent. Food vendor booth stalls range from 136 square feet (the smallest [about $4,000 a year]) to 1,438 square feet (the largest [nearly $40,564 a year]). There are three retail vendors: Seeds of Light, 435 square feet ; Gone Co-Co, 742 square feet ; and Azar 418 square feet ."

Ed Hall of Hall Associates, which rents a good bit of commercial property in Roanoke, says those rents "sound fine" in a competitive sense. "Small spaces go for a lot more per square foot than comparable large spaces would," he says. "You're looking at some very small spaces here and my guess is that it would cost about $15 [per square foot] just to have them open" for rental. Full service office space downtown, by comparison, would run $15 to $25 a square foot typically, says Hall, "but you really can't compare the two because they are so different."

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Clean Valley Council Still Functioning


For those who've asked about the status of the Clean Valley Council in the light of the death of Executive Director Ann Masters a couple of weeks ago, Executive Assistant Fran Szchenyi says the routines are being followed and a committee has been formed to find a new director.

The CVC has three full-time employes, Fran, Linda Barker and Beth Walton and, says Fran, "We're getting ready for the spring [Roanoke Valley] cleanup in March and the girls are out in the field working in education."

The board of directors will meet at the end of January, says Fran, to begin talk of a replacement for Ann.

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Teaching Writers How To Be Photographers

I had been holding one class spot open at the Roanoke Regional Writers Conference III Jan. 22-23 at Hollins because I just knew something interesting would come up that I hadn't thought of--and it just did.

Huong Nguyen Fralin (right) and I are going to teach a class on photography for freelance writers at 1:30 on Saturday. I simply can't tell you how many writers over the years have asked if I would take an hour and teach them to use a camera for illustrating their stories. This is the perfect opportunity for that and you don't just get me, but you get a much better photographer than I in Huong, who is so good that she's even had a photo on cans of soda (as well as magazines and newspapers).

Huong is a trained photographer, while I learned on the go and out of necessity, so you'll get both perspectives in this basic course. My feeling is that a freelance writer increases his value exponentially with each skill he adds to writing--and photography can be expensive for a magazine using professional shooters for every story. If the writer is competent, he can increase his income, save the magazine a little money and time and--most important--make the editor happy. I like it when I am a happy editor. People who make me happy tend to get the most assignments.

In addition to the added photo class, we seem to be getting a lot of buzz about the lunchtime roundtable discussion on self-publishing. At each of these conferences, people have asked if we could have something on publishing and I've always replied, a bit bluntly I fear, "NO! This is a WRITERS conference, not a damn publishers conference." So now we change ever so slightly and if you have a book you want published, here's how you do it.

More information on the conference and registration information are here.

Monday, January 4, 2010

Here Are My Best Movies of 2009


Here's the list of the best movies I saw in 2009 (and three that would be on the list if I'd seen them). There's no order to this, though if I had to pick a "best," it would be between "Everlasting Moments" and "Up in the Air" which share a strong common trait: great storytelling. Most of these movies involve good stories at the top of their list of accomplishments.

Here's the list:
  • “Defiance” (I just love Daniel Craig’s work; he’s the best Bond and he’s great here in Edward Zwick’s fine film)
  • “An Education” (Carey Mulligan’s coming out party)
  • “Julie & Julia” (Merle Streep is marvelous)
  • “Departures” (Yojiro Takita makes something beautiful—and funny—of death)
  • “The Blind Side” (Sandra Bullock’s movie; thoroughly enjoyable)
  • “Food Inc.” (Helped make me a vegetarian; you may never want to eat again)
  • “State of Play” (OK, I’m a sucker for newspaper movies)
  • “Star Trek” (Best one yet)
  • “Last Chance Harvey” (Dustin Hoffman and Emma Thompson in an old-fashioned love story)
  • “Avatar” (James Cameron is a technology genius; and, hey, I liked the story: Tarzan and Jane in blue paint)
  • “The Informant” (Matt Damon is watchable, even if he’s reading the phone book)
  • “Everlasting Moments” (Swede Jan Troell is a master filmmaker; simply a great story with Maria Heiskanen heartbreaking in the lead role)
  • “Up in the Air” (Fine storytelling; intelligent and adult)
“Invictus,” “Me and Orson Welles” (great book!) and “Broken Embraces” would be on the list if I’d seen them.

A Less Bad Version of the National Anthem

Bless his aging rock 'n' roll heart, Michael McDonald--late of the Doobies and Steely Dan--sang our god-awful national anthem without screwing it up at the Fiesta Bowl tonight.

The best one can hope for with this song is for it to sound less awful than it usually does at ball games when singers appear to be auditioning for American Idol and warbling a tune with its beginnings in a British barroom.

The pre-game ceremonies at the Salem Avalanche Class A professional baseball games during the summer are often the site of group cringes when some skinny white kid tries to sound like Whitney Houston (or, worse, Dolly Parton, who has something like a four octave range). Sometimes it just hurts. Imagine a French youngster signing "La Marseillaise" like that. She'd be hung.

The tune was originally "The Anacreontic Song" (don't ask) by an English J.S. Bach paraphernalia collector named John Stafford Smith and in 1931--paired with the poem "Defence of Fort McHenry" by a Baltimore lawyer named Francis Key who couldn't spell--was adopted by our Congress as the national anthem. Congress has never been known for its musical taste. Politicians, as a race, are pretty tone deaf, in fact. All you have to do is listen to state songs to prove the point.

Michael, me boy, you done good today.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

A Missed Communication and Some Annoyed Walkers


In the long and storied tradition of making mountains out of molehills, I have the following suggestion for the managers of Tanglewood Mall: If you aren't going to open your halls to those of us who walk them for exercise on weekends until noon, please let us know with a sign on the door.

This morning, the sign would have saved a number of people a two-hour wait. It would also have cut off at the pass the tendency to get angry when a communication is missed and an inconvenience issued.

Here's the setup: For some time , Tanglewood and Valley View Malls--Roanoke's big regional malls--have generously and graciously offered up their halls for those of us who want to walk them for exercise, even when the stores aren't open. On Sundays during very cold weather--today, for example--I have showed up at 10 a.m. ready to walk for an hour. This a.m., I arrived at 10:20 and found a sign on the door that announced the doors would not open until 10:45. The "45" was handwritten and the original "00" was scratched out. I went over to Kroger to buy some items and came back as the doors opened.

Once inside, I noted a plastic chain across the main access to the mall and a security guard told me--only when asked--that the section was being cleaned and would be open "in another hour," about an hour after stores open, actually. A whole group of walkers, maybe 12, looked at least a little annoyed and most left.

Fact is, that was bad PR for a mall that is trying hard to create a new face of welcome to people. At the very least, a sign on the front door telling us the halls wouldn't be open for walkers until noon was called for simply out of consideration. Many of those of us who walk those halls, spend money before or afterward (I often eat lunch there) and tend to come back to shop later. A welcome and some consideration would be nice.

(NYTimes photo.)

A Music Radio Station You Can Listen To

I have intended for a couple of weeks now, since discovering 101.5 radio/The Music Place in Roanoke, to recommend it. That would normally be quite a stretch for me: a recommendation not only for a commercial radio station, but for one owned by a conglomerate.

But Keith Humphry's piece on WDBJ7 last night (here) spurs me to action. The Music Place is owned by Centennial Radio, which has stations primarily in Florida, Louisiana and Nevada and is based in New Orleans (according to BusinessWeek) and owned by a guy named Allen Shaw, whom some consider something of a radio visionary. It has operated in Roanoke and Lynchburg, most recently as the rock-oriented The Planet.

This is the first commercial radio station with a music format I've listened to in, oh, maybe 30 years. The music is not what you hear elsewhere. It is interesting, off the beaten path and features a lot acoustic tunes in a variety of styles, as well as deep album cuts that only fans of certain performers would know. It is consistently good stuff, challenging and interesting. I have no idea how long this will last, but given radio's history in the Roanoke Valley, not long at all. In a locality that values ClearChannel, taste isn't the determining factor.

Don't take my word for it. Listen for yourself here.

The Case of the Movie That Got Here, but Didn't

Movie chasing in a small city like Roanoke can be exasperating. Even when an anticipated movie comes here, it's sometimes not here at all. Take "Invictus," for example. This is the movie about South Africa President Nelson Mandella's use of an integrated rugby team to bring his country together. My son's family and mine eagerly awaited its arrival from the moment of the viewing of its first trailer.

Consider that "Invictus" is not some indy off-brand chick flick intended for the Birkenstock granola crowd. This is a Clint Eastwood-directed film starring Morgan Freeman and Matt Damon. Mainline all the way. It has earned more than $23 million thus far.

"Invictus" has been in Roanoke three weeks now--in theory--and we still haven't seen it. My son drove up from South Boston twice, at least in part to see "Invictus." We scoured the TV listings in the daily paper, went to the movie theaters' online pages and just showed up. Still, no movie.

The first week "Invictus" was here, we held off going because I wanted to see it with my son. He comes in for Christmas and Christmas day we show up at Salem Valley 8, the worst movie theater in town, and because of that the one least likely to have a line for a movie or a "sold out" sign. The daily paper said the movie was at SV8 for several showings, beginning at 1 p.m. Wasn't there. The young lady selling tickets gave me a dull, disinterested look when I asked for tickets and said, "We don't have that here." I said, "It was in the paper." She said--a little brighter, I thought--"There's a lot in the paper that ain't right."

Back at home we called around and determined that "Invictus" had been assigned to two theaters (Valley View and Tanglewood) and that its only showings were at about 10 p.m., too late for old people like me (the senior discount crowd). We decided we'd give it another week.

Evan shows up this past Thursday (mostly so we can watch Tennessee get mangled by Virginia Tech) and Friday, we find that "Invictus" is still stuck in the 10 p.m. slot, but only at Tanglewood. We go to "Avatar," instead. As we approach the ticket box I ask, just on chance, why "Invictus" is only showing once and the young woman sitting in front of me says, "Because nobody wants to see it. Crowds have been small. But it's showing twice, 4:20 and 10:10." I grin. We'll double up, I say to Evan and he agrees, but after nearly three hours of "Avatar" we reconsider and determin we'll go to the Saturday showing at 4:10.

We do. It doesn't. The sign on the window at Tanglewood says, "The heat in the theater showing 'Invictus' is not working." It's 20 degrees outside. Foiled again. Tanglewood Mall Cinema is stealing one of Salem Valley 8's signature moves: no heat (but Salem Valley 8 still shows the movie in the cold, if my experience is any indicator; you pays your money, you takes your chances).

The upshot of this is that if we're to see "Invictus," it'll be on DVD, which I don't like at all. We have a big TV, but movies on TV become TV movies and I don't like TV movies. I like the movie movies and the experience of seeing them on a 40-foot screen where the rugby ball is as big as me. That's why we pay $10, not $2.

Kathy Chittum of the Grandin Theatre, Roanoke's independent movie theater which specializes in getting movies nobody else wants (because they're at an intellectual level that most of the unwashed can't approach), is constantly having to explain why this movie or that one is not showing at her place. She always takes on an exasperated glow and finally just throws up her hands. I'm in that posture now.

Friday, January 1, 2010


Somebody asked me today if I have any words of wisdom going into 2010. Not really, except that it's a good idea to exercise every day if you can. Say an hour, as I did this morning first thing on Murray Run in the snow. No excuses. Makes for a cleaner, clearer day.

Avatar: A Latter-Day Tarzan and Jane


It didn't occur to me until the drive home that "Avatar" is simply an updated, technologically-advanced and very expensive version of the 1934 "Tarzan and His Mate." And I like them both for the same reason: naked women running around the jungle.

OK, that last part is a joke, but the rest of it isn't--and even the joke is not a big joke. I like naked women in the jungle.

"Tarzan and His Mate" was the pre-Hayes Production Code version of Tarz and Johnny Weissmuller's and Maureen O'Sullivan's second pairing as Tarzan and Jane (the first in 1932's "Tarzan the Ape Man"). It was raw, adventurous on a number of levels (especially sexually, which the Hayes code banned in future episodes), badly acted and so much fun that people are still watching it regularly. Some of the animal footage in the movie was used in later Tarzan episodes (think alligator fight, elephant charge).

"Avatar" is the modern-day telling. This one, though has 10-foot-tall blue natives protecting their forest from intruders wanting some kind of valuable rock (the bad boys in Tarzan wanted ivory or gold, whichever turned up first) and threatening the very existence of the people and their forest.

Each features a heavy-handed, pro-environment message (yea!), comic book bad guys (boooo!) and the whiz-bang, little-boy technology of the day. Love it or hate it, you won't be bored by it, but, frankly, "Avatar" will not last nearly as long as "Tarzan and His Mate" has with "Avatar's" $150 million budget, state of the art technology and tall blue people. We're simply too jaded for it to have much of an impression beyond Christmas. Too bad.

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Here's One Vote for Ariana's Plan

Ariana Huffington and some of her advisers are attempting to bring in the troops and put the hurt on big, arrogant banks and their leaders and I've been thinking about whether I ought to go along for nearly a day now.

I think I will. To begin with, the big banks don't really have much to do with us on the level where I deal. They would tend to laugh at a guy like me coming in and, say, asking for a few bucks to start a regional magazine. Hahahahahahahahahaha ... Small community banks don't do that.

My experience was that a couple of local banks busted their collective and individual asses trying to find a way to come up with a justification to support my pardner Tom Field and me. Just about all we had was our experience and our reputations. We didn't even darken the door of, say, Wachovia because we weren't in the mood for comedy.

Community banks work for--guess what! Communities. They keep money flowing at home and they support small businesses, homeowners and the dreams of what Abe Lincoln would have called "the common man" (and I'll paraphrase Brother Dave Gardner here, about calling somebody "common" and watching his response). Big banks are big business, dealing in megabucks, big projects, big houses, big people.

Frankly, though, I think the point here isn't just a few banks that are too big for their britches. It's about so many things being so big that nobody has any control left. They are "too big to fail" and that's a level of self-immolation that we can't afford any longer. Local is good on so many levels and we need not so much to weaken the big jerks, but to strengthen institutions of a size that we can understand.

Popeye Would Just Love This Dish

Oh my, we have a little treat for you from Mother Smith's World Famous Kitchen, one I whipped up in my head while exercising (and starving) a while ago. Came home, cooked it and it's just dandy.

It's called Mother Smith's Popeye Surprise and here's what you need:

1 box of frozen chopped spinach
1 can diced tomatoes
2 whole green onions diced
1/2 cup jack cheese
1/4 cup mozzarella
1 boil-in bag of rice (I use brown because of diabetes, but you can use white if you want)
1 pinch basil (Oh, hell, no I don't know what a pinch is; my mother always said "a pinch" and I mean "some")
1 diced clove garlic
1 tablespoon extra virgin olive oil
2 ounces of hearts of palm slivered (this optional and it's for showing off)

Boil the rice about half the time recommended on the box. It'll need to cook more as part of the whole dish in the oven, which you're pre-heating to 350 degrees. Defrost the spinach (I zapped mine in the microwave). Mix the spinach, rice, drained tomatoes, onions, cheeses, spices and olive oil in a casserole dish. Sprinkle a thin layer of additional mozzarella on top and place pieces of palm heart strategically (to show off; palm hearts are eaten alive with cool).

Put the dish in the oven for about 30 minutes and serve it hot with something good like grilled salmon. This one's really good.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

The Crumbling of Our Culture: An Observation


My friend Lou Bailes, a funny, intelligent, former television news anchor does not suffer fools well, so when a "readie" shows up from her in my e-mail, I read it. This morning I got one that makes so much sense in a dispiriting way that I thought I'd share it in order to feel like I'd done something.

It is a column by a psychologist named Bruce Levine that ran on AlterNet yesterday and the long version is here. Following are some highlights:

A demoralized U.S. population is suffering from "abuse syndrome" and, like a beaten spouse, the more it is abused, the more demoralized and unlikely to strike back it becomes. The victim feels shame and humiliation, which leads to a weakened condition.

Levine quotes Justice John Paul Stevens following the highly-politicized Bush v. Gore decision in 2000: "Although we may never know with complete certainty the identity of the winner of this year's presidential election, the identity of the loser is perfectly clear. It is the nation's confidence in the judge as an impartial guardian of the rule of law." Yet, says Levine, even this provoked few demonstrations. He concludes we "feel helpless to effect change."

When Bush later told one of his supporters at a fat-cat fund-raiser, "What a crowd tonight: the haves and the haves-more. Some people call you the elite; I call you my base," nobody complained, protested, blew up buildings. Nothing.

A study in 2004 showed that we have become so isolated from each other that "25 percent of Americans did not have a single confidant. The government and big business have worked together to create that isolation in a number of ways (union busting, "suburbanization, commuting, electronic entertainment, time and money pressures and other variables created by governmental-corporate policies").

As a nation, we have been "broken by socializing institutions that alienate us from our basic humanity." For example, students "learn to comply to authorities for whom they often have no respect, and to regurgitate material they often find meaningless. " College degrees have become "badges of compliance for corporate employers -- in exchange for learning to accept bureaucratic domination and enslaving debt.

Big Pharma sees to it that "increasing numbers of people in the U.S. who do not comply with authority are being diagnosed with mental illnesses and medicated with psychiatric drugs." Something called "Oppositional defiant disorder (ODD) is an increasingly popular diagnosis for children and teenagers. The official symptoms of ODD include, 'often actively defies or refuses to comply with adult requests or rules,' and 'often argues with adults.'" This sounds like a 1950s science fiction movie.

Levin notes that the Soviet Union crumbled in a "passive-aggressive revolution by simply getting depressed, staying drunk, and not doing anything."

Television has an enormous influened because it "(1) occupies people so that they don't know ... what a human being is; (2) separates people from one another; (3) creates sensory deprivation; (4) occupies the mind and fills the brain with prearranged experience and thought; (5) encourages drug use to dampen dissatisfaction ; (6) centralizes knowledge and information; (7) eliminates [comparisons to other cultures]; and (8) redefines happiness and the meaning of life."

And there's this one that we may all recognize from the recent season of material indulgence: "Consumerism breaks people by devaluing human connectedness, socializing self-absorption, obliterating self-reliance, alienating people from normal human emotional reactions, and by selling the idea that purchased products -- not themselves and their community -- are their salvation."

In order to break these chains, he says, stay away from mental health professionals: "The talents required are a fearlessness around image, spontaneity, and definitely anti-authoritarianism. But these are not the traits that medical schools or [that] graduate schools select for or encourage."

Levine suggests a few simple steps toward recovery, and concludes: "the immobilized need a shot of morale."

It's a long piece, well worth your time. If you have enough strength left to care.

Friday, December 25, 2009

And a Nice Christmas It Was

This is my son, Evan, and me with Little Red Riding Madeline at tonight's Christmas celebration at the Hacienda de la Belleville. Maddy's grandma, Judy Dickerson, made the riding hood, which was impressive.

Maddy was in Christmas full-impact, modified Christmas mode, which, if it could be packaged, could power a city the size of Des Moines for three weeks. Jeeeeeeze! I'm glad I'm past having little kids around and not being able to send them home. Nice to see them all, though. Tomorrow we're taking in "Invictus." Can't wait. Also can't talk anybody into seeing "Avatar."

'Up in the Air' the Best of 2009 (So Far)

So, I'll just go ahead and say it: "Up in the Air" is the best movie I've seen this year. It's a cynical coming-of-age story about a middle-aged man who has different values from almost all of the rest of us and it is so marvelously crafted that it will become a classic and will likely pick up Oscars all over the board.

The movie stars George Clooney as a man whose job takes him all over the country to fire employees from companies having to drop significant numbers of people because of the little economic gift George Bush left us upon his departure from Washington. He handles the terminations with a degree of sensitivity, mixed with detachment and he loves the part that puts him on airplanes more than 250 days a year.

His home is a barren apartment that he only visits. He has no real relationships, including with his family and his sister, asking him to do something for his other sister, who's getting married, prefaces her request with, "I know you don't like doing things for people, but ..." Not much to recommend him.

Still another flying veteran finds him attractive enough to start a non-attached affair with him, pretty much based on their flying experience, and the movie takes off from there with its lessons in life.

Our hero not only starts his absorbing and affecting fling, but is faced with some new technology--prepared by a kid just out of college--that would take him and the rest of his company's representatives who go to job sites out of the air and put them on a video screen. Firing by Internet. No personal touch at all. Lots of money saved.

Vera Farmiga is simply perfect as the love interest (a woman guys my age will drool over) and the young, hard-exterior/soft-interior Anna Kendrick is believeable and occasionally disconcerting as the kid who thinks technology has all the answers.

This movie belongs to director-screenwriter-producer Jason Reitman ("Thank You for Smoking," "Juno), son of "Second City's" Ivan Reitman and a young fellow who is mightily impressive.

Simply a marvelous movie with its intelligence, its extraordinary wit and its total satisfaction on the faces of those leaving the theater.

Here's a Lovely Christmas Soup for You

Here's a little Christmas goodie for all of you, adapted from a recipe from Cook's magazine, the second-best magazine in creation (behind FRONT ... heh, heh, heh ...). It's for potato-feta soup and from the taste I just had, it's righteous: rich, creamy, full of flavor and made to kill you almost instantly. This is not health soup. It is in keeping with the over-indulgence of the season.

Here goes, beginning with what you need:

4 big potatoes
3 carrots chopped finely
1 cup of soup stock (any kind you want; I used vegetable)
4 tablespoons of butter (butter, baby, not margerine)
8 cups of milk
2 cups light cream
8 ounces feta (or some of that wonderful Bulgarian sheep's milk cheese, which you can buy at the little Mediterranean shop across the street from Mick or Mack in Grandin Village. This is far better than feta)
1 medium onion finely chopped
1 tablespoon of salt (if you dare)
Pinch (what the hell's a "pinch"?) rosemary, sage and marjoram
1 tablespoon finely chopped garlic

Don't peel the 'taters. Dice them and put them into the single cup of soup stock to cook for about seven minutes, medium heat, covered. Reduce the heat to low--still covered--and cook for about 30 minutes, until the 'taters are soft, not mushy. Melt the butter in a big pan or Dutch oven and cover it with the onions, cooking them until they're tender. Add milk, cream, seasonings, crumbled feta and carrots to the onions and heat them until very hot. Don't boil it. Boiled milk burns and leaves this god-awful smell. Cover and simmer for about 45 minutes. You can serve it topped with chopped parsley or a pat of butter or some crumbled feta. It's all good. Enjoy it, but don't blame me for the hospital trip.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Strange Sightings on Christmas Eve

This snowman is on Apperson Drive about 200 yards from the intersection of Grandin Road and Brandon Ave. It is real. There are no camera tricks involved here. This is a true statement. That is a snow shovel leaning up against him to the left. This big ol' boy ate the house as I was leaving.

The line around the Christmas tree, leading to a momentary beg-a-thon on Santa's lap, was still all the way around the fence at 3 p.m. today at Valley View Mall. Greed leads people to do strange things. If Santa is late to your house, it is because he got held up here. And by the time the kids were through, all the goodies were spoken for, so don't expect much more than broccoli in your stocking.